Extract from my poem ‘N1’ in BEAT ROUTES (Karavan Press, 2021)

… An overnight hut at Anysberg’s foot with jackals howling to the moon, a billion diamonds for your light. Naked swimming in the dam, your skin tricked by the dread of slippery water and its dark-tentacle unknowns. Vodacom syringes prick the sky, the non-aesthetics of connectivity on Prince Albert’s bleak umbilical… #BeatRoutes